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Maya's parents were finally out of town for the weekend, which could only mean one thing: the small get-together that was definitely, absolutely not a party. Just a few friends. Ch...
I stood in the food court holding a papaya smoothie like it was some kind of tribal artifact. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I tried to look casual, which was basically ...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her hair for the fiftieth time. The box dye had promised "Midnight Blue" but her curls were looking more like "Drowned...
Maya's mom started leaving vitamin C gummies on her counter like they were some kind of emotional support candy. "For your immune system, mija," she'd say, as if Maya's biggest pro...
The sun beat down on the concrete around the pool, turning Jenna's backyard into something like a microwave. I smoothed my hands against my thighs, then felt stupid because I was w...
Maya stood frozen in the cafeteria line, staring at Leo's neon blue hair. The guy who'd spent eighth grade in oversized hoodies now looked like he'd mainlined Tumblr aesthetics all...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Another weekend, another pool party at Maya's house where I'd sit on the sidelines while everyone else cannonballed into popu...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like they'd been born for this exact moment....
My palms were sweating so much I could practically water plants with them. Classic first-date-move nerves, except this wasn't a date. Not technically. But when Alex Marin invites y...
I sat behind the dugout feeling like a total loser, pretending to check my phone while actually spying on Connor's baseball practice. Again. My sophomore year was turning out to be...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact. My mom had brought it home from the international market, all wrinkled and yellow-green, looking like something that b...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and teenage awkwardness — which was basically my natural habitat. I'd been hiding in the corner for forty-five minutes, nursing a flat Oran...